29.Mar.12, 03:13 PM
"What's going o-ooof!" I'shan grunted as the slender youth fell on top of him, pressing him deeper into the sand and adding to his humiliation. It didn't take long for I'shan to realize just how compromised a position he and Farlint were in. The bluerider tried to lift himself up and push Farlint away, only to realized how neatly they wee pillowed together.
What was that lump behind h-...oh. I'shan blushed, in spite of his usual ways.
"Um. I'm sorry," he said pathetically and dryly, not sure what else would be appropriate. Awkward.
Before he knew it, Farlint was no longer groaning and was instead scrambling to get away. I'shan was subjected to a blast of amused discord from Ilveriath. The bluerider yipped lightly as he wrapped both arms around his head, just in time to shield his eyes from the wave of lake water.
I'shan just lid there for a few long moments, refusing to move form his curled fetal position in the sand. He heard Farlint saying something about Ilv and suffering. The dragon, meanwhile, was the picture of smugness, poised neatly on the shore with his wings folded neatly and his neck curved in a graceful arc. He looked like a sweet feline assuring it's owners that it wasn't at fault, even though the house was filled with shredded paper.
I shall repay all suffering tenfold he said lovingly with a flicker of his wing.
I'shan, are you all right? he then asked privately with an intonation of laughter.
You are a wherry
The other day I was no fun, and now I'm a wherry? Ilveriath asked with amusement. He took a step forward and extended his neck to give I'shan something to pull himself up by. The bluerider did just that, but he looked distinctly unhappy. He was a mess, his hair was muddy and his pants were still full of sand.
I'shan pouted.
What was that lump behind h-...oh. I'shan blushed, in spite of his usual ways.
"Um. I'm sorry," he said pathetically and dryly, not sure what else would be appropriate. Awkward.
Before he knew it, Farlint was no longer groaning and was instead scrambling to get away. I'shan was subjected to a blast of amused discord from Ilveriath. The bluerider yipped lightly as he wrapped both arms around his head, just in time to shield his eyes from the wave of lake water.
I'shan just lid there for a few long moments, refusing to move form his curled fetal position in the sand. He heard Farlint saying something about Ilv and suffering. The dragon, meanwhile, was the picture of smugness, poised neatly on the shore with his wings folded neatly and his neck curved in a graceful arc. He looked like a sweet feline assuring it's owners that it wasn't at fault, even though the house was filled with shredded paper.
I shall repay all suffering tenfold he said lovingly with a flicker of his wing.
I'shan, are you all right? he then asked privately with an intonation of laughter.
You are a wherry
The other day I was no fun, and now I'm a wherry? Ilveriath asked with amusement. He took a step forward and extended his neck to give I'shan something to pull himself up by. The bluerider did just that, but he looked distinctly unhappy. He was a mess, his hair was muddy and his pants were still full of sand.
I'shan pouted.